Hearing Zhou Qiucheng's words, Zhang Chen smiled lightly. "Sir, are you giving up already? Have you not heard, 'After mountains and rivers seem to cut off all roads, in the shade of willows and the brightness of flowers, another village appears'?"
"Where are there still mountains and rivers to turn around?" Zhou Qiucheng sighed helplessly, his voice filled with resignation. "To know fate is to know how hard it is to go against Heaven. At my age, with half my body already in the earth, once I fall into the dust, where is there still a chance to make a comeback?"
Zhang Chen smiled at this. "Does sir know the path of Chen Sanliang's rise? As far as I know, back then Chen Sanliang's Way was abolished in a single debate, yet from then till now he has risen and swept across the land of Jiangnan, and it has been less than five years."
The Way of Confucianism, to awaken and ascend the summit is but a single thought; to have one's cultivation abolished is also but a single thought.
